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Chapter 54 God... Where are you?
For the extremely long-lived Logosians, 100 years passed between day and night.

After the kingdom survived the difficulties of early reclamation and captivity, it finally ushered in prosperity again.

The wheat, which was originally limited to a corner, expanded to every inch of fertile soil after the Logos people started slash-and-burn farming. The wild boars, which were only [-] heads a few decades ago, were also raised in captivity, and their sons and grandchildren had grandchildren. There were hundreds of them. Apart from wild boars, the Logos also tamed argali and bison.

Although many of these livestock have bad tempers, the Logos people, relying on their strong bodies and keen five senses, beat them with bare hands whenever the livestock went crazy. In this way, over the years, the argali and The bison were slowly smoothed by the fists and feet of the Logos, and they surrendered obediently.

Today, although there are always hunters in the kingdom, many Logos people no longer live by hunting and gathering, but rely on farming and animal husbandry, and the population is also increasing in abundance.

Because of this, more divisions of labor gradually appeared in the Logos civilization, such as leather craftsmen, farmers, polishers, wheat grinders, etc. occupations were slowly born in the past 100 years.

It can be said that everything in the Kingdom of Logos is thriving.

Jalesto saw the development of the kingdom in his eyes, and the king was deeply proud and proud of this great achievement.

But after settling down, the affairs in the kingdom decreased, and King Alesto, who had not forgotten his status as a priest, would often return to the Garden of Laws, tirelessly repeating past oracles with the priests.

According to the rules set by the prophet Yar, only priests can draw everything about God.

Therefore, in order to popularize the stories of gods to all peoples, the priests shouldered an important mission—to tell the oracle through paintings.

In the process, however, new problems emerged.

With the affluence of life, many Logos people in the kingdom took the initiative to invite the priests of the Law Garden to come to their homes to paint with food and leather, and to paint the stories of oracles and gods on the walls.

At first the priests could handle it, but with the development of time, more and more murals were to be painted, which exceeded the capabilities of the priests.

Jalesto heard the complaints of the priests many times, and everyone was miserable. Some people advised the king and asked him to order that the priests be forbidden to paint murals for people.

But Alesto has always been open-minded, and he seldom strictly prohibits, but tries to find a good solution.

King Jalesto paced back and forth in the Law Garden, lost in thought, looking at the murals in the Law Garden from time to time, and looking up at the looming brilliance on the high mountain from time to time.

Maybe it was a flash of inspiration, or maybe it was God's guidance.

Jalesto recalled his experience of simplifying murals when he was young.

"Simplify them, simplify these murals, those fixed images!"

King Jalesto walked to a mural and said excitedly to himself:
"Simplify! Look at the mountain in this painting. You don't need to draw it so repeatedly. You only need to paint it back and forth three times with ash, and the mountain will come out. Look at the sheep in this painting. Just draw them into two circles and stack them together, and then outline them. When the horns come out, people will know that it is the head sheep!"

Following King Alesto's soliloquy in the Law Garden, the priests began vigorously simplifying the painting.

When "writing" was first invented, no one would realize that it was "writing", not painting.

However, with the polishing of the years and the development of civilization,

People will eventually realize it from one symbol after another.

That is words.

Born from painting, they have the great power to pass down the entire civilization, even for a long time.

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The late prophet Ar was on the top of the mountain and heard from God that his two children, Jalesto and Tertullian, would establish a great kingdom in the future.

At that time, the prophet Ar still obeyed his brother Sappor as king, so he kept this secret and never told anyone about it.

Therefore, when the elders and wise men of the clan recalled how the son of the prophet came to the throne,

The first thing that came to mind was King Sabo's yelling like crazy.

【"Yar, Yar! Yar is back, and his child is going to be king! Dreams have come true! New God, dreams have come true!"]

The elders and wise men felt that these crazy words meant that Jalesto was about to become king.

As a result, they often ignore the other person.

That is the second son of the prophet Ar - Tertullian.

Tertullian came to the bottom of the mountain alone, raised his head, and looked up at the mountain top that was hidden in the clouds.

A lonely cold wind was blowing all around, and some snowflakes hit Tertullian's face in clusters.

Since the death of King Sabor and his father Ar, Tertullian, the hunter, has been silent.

The former is the king he greatly admired. Deltullian had witnessed the majestic appearance of Sabo hunting mammoths when he was young, and the latter was his father, who educated him carefully, comforted his spirit, and raised him.

No matter which one's departure, it will be a serious blow to Tertullian.

So he fell silent, the withdrawn aspect of his character magnified by time.

Due to the transformation of the Logos Kingdom and the emergence of agriculture and animal husbandry, the Logos people are no longer so dependent on hunting.

The group of hunters in the past has decreased rapidly, either actively or passively, and turned into farmers, craftsmen, shepherds...

Tertullian sat and watched the change take place.

He always remembered that he was a hunter and was once the most outstanding member of the whole kingdom.

But these are all gone with the wind.

Wheat, argali, domestic pigs... strip away and destroy the meaning of the hunter bit by bit.

This thriving civilization no longer needs them to go all out, throw spears, and kill large beasts in blood-to-blood combat.

Tertullian was bewildered.

He felt as if he was gradually leaving the kingdom, like the dead leaves in the forest were about to be replaced by new ones.

So Tertullian came to the foot of this mountain.

"Father, you once climbed this mountain."

Tertullian murmured, gazing at the little light,
"Then I was chosen by God."

Tertullian looked up at the summit of the mountain, and he began to climb slowly.

The second son of the Prophet had hopes deep in his heart.

As long as he can climb to the top of the mountain, he will be chosen by God just like his father.

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Tertullian crossed the barrier of wind and snow, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain amidst difficulties and obstacles.

The second son of the Prophet looked around, the muscles on his face trembling involuntarily.

God is not on top of a mountain.

Tertullian went forward, and he walked round the top of the mountain several times without seeing either gods or miracles.

On this cold mountain top, the only thing worth noting is a shining branch.

Tertullian had never seen such a tall branch, as tall as two men, which looked like a sapling and was not like a sapling.

He approached the branch, and found that the latter had no other vision except for the faint brilliance.

"God... where are you?"

Tertullian stared at the empty mountain top in a daze.

The second son of the prophet who climbed the mountain, found no trace of God.

He still doesn’t know why God left, and he doesn’t understand what God’s departure means.

　I beg everyone for a wave of follow-up reading tomorrow, I must come to follow-up reading tomorrow (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)